moving is always a little sad.
i am equally undervalued and inept.
i'm not sure why i have a poetry blog, if one could call it that.
today i was humbled. it had to do with the up button.
really it's empathy, not ineptitude; still, ineffective.
yesterday i was reminded and then edited. got the time signature right.
men talk about albums. women talk about that one song.
i wish concept didn't equal competition.
i wish i had a watermelon.
the same thing happened last year--but then when i get in the shower there's that contrast.
when my roommate farts it smells so bad i go deaf. she says it's coming from "outside."